"Izparut."
"When I first met you, I thought you would become the most brilliant Mage prodigy in the world."
"It turns out my instincts back then were correct."
"Which is why my greatest regret... is that I didn't kill you then."
"Otherwise, you wouldn't be here now, standing in my way."
Iz's tone was mild. "If?"
"If 'if's were possible, you wouldn't be stuck at Level 8, unable to glimpse the Root Source."
"If you had managed to complete the Root Source through your own efforts and become a Level 9 Mage, none of this would be happening today."
Iz replied, "What you need to regret is far more than just that one thing."
"Come."
"At the very least, you will die at the hands of the world's strongest Mage. Your death will be a memorable and dignified affair."
Iz had already ascended high into the sky, facing An Zheng.
This Space was now beyond the protective Range of Obades.
The Secret Sand Archipelago had already been moved away.
